AN: This is mostly a filler, and I apologise for that! I also apologise for such the long wait. I lost inspiration. But I'm planning to write a lot more often now.

I rush back to my room once I see Dad stand up from the sofa. I hear his footsteps walk up the stairs as I hide under my favorite blanket. The door opens, and I imagine Dad poking his head through the door frame and look around.

"Calli?" Dad's voice speaks, and he waits a moment or two. I can feel his eyes spot the lump on my bed which happens to be me and my blanket. He walks over to the bed and stands there, waiting patiently. "Calli, come out from under that." I do not respond. "Please," he adds.

I peek out from under my blanket, lifting my head to look up at Dad, but do not move from my spot. He can see my face perfectly now, so I do not see any reason to move much more than I already have. I almost don't even want to look at him, at this current moment. He was so harsh this afternoon.

"Calli, I must apologise for snapping at you," he admits. "I should have been more understanding. That does not, however, excuse the fact that you went off on your own. Your mother and I were very worried about you."

"You wouldn't even talk to me about magic," I mutter, retreating back into my blanket.

"I'm sorry but you don't have any," Dad responds. I can tell that he is trying to be patient with me.

"You just ignored it!" I say, sitting up and tossing my blankets off me. "You didn't even say anything about it. You didn't explain."

"I can explain now," Dad tries, with consideration.

I do not consider, though. "Too late," I say, and go back under my blankets. Dad tries to speak with me again, but I do not respond, and eventually he leaves. I sigh and close my eyes, staying under the blanket and wonder how long I will be able to stay in my room, in this specific position.

Soon I start to ache. It was a bad idea, I think, to stay like that. I stretch myself out on my bed but still do not leave my bed. I look at the clock I have in my bedroom. It has been about an hour since I have come home. I hum and almost consider leaving my bedroom. What would be the point, though?

I sigh and decide to crawl out from under my blanket. Walking to the door, I peer outside and listen very closely for anybody that may be around. I don't hear a thing, and wonder if they went out or something. I walk to the stairs and llisten again, and I hear very quiet whispers from both my parents. I scoot a little closer, and went down a step, to hear better.

"Just let her be for a while, Draco," I hear Mum say to Dad, and I can see them sitting closely with each other on the couch. "It's probably a lot to take in."

"You may have a point," Dad responds quietly.

"Go and call her to dinner," Mum says, standing. "I've got to set the table."

Dad stands and starts toward the stairs. This time I don't move from my spot and just watch. He spots me on the top stair and sits next to me. "It's time for dinner," he tells me, as if I had not just heard. He looks like he's trying to be nice right now, and I frown unintentionally.

I stand and make my way down stairs without speaking to him. I do not look at mother, either, when she sets the plate of food in front of me, and then serves herself and Dad, as they sit down to eat. I pick at my food, mostly. I'm not very hungry at the moment.

"How do you like the food, Calli?" Mum tries.

I only shrug and do not answer. I set my fork down and stand. "I'm not hungry."

Mum frowns a bit and bites her lip. "Okay. You can go back to your room, if you wish."

With that, I turn and walk back to my room. Maybe I'll stay there until the end of the year. Today was embarrassing, and full of disappointment.